This is a song about "Rims"

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And you ride with this

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

I'll tell you baby that we're through

My ride old but my rims new,